It occurs to me suddenly that this might be very good for me.
My mind tends to explode outwards in all directions rather like a super-nova. Now I must focus all that radiant energy wastage into this tiny rectangular containment unit, and thus render it safe for human use. It is a little like that old joke where the nurse asks the patient if he can fill the specimen bottle, and from across the room the patient replies; “Not from here”. Anyway, that is sort of how I feel. That is a mighty small cup, and the churning oceans of urine that are my thoughts seems so scattered and far from where they need to go.
So, filters…I need filters… I have never been good with filters, as I am sure you know if you have ever had a conversation with me. And yet I do so want to share everything. Every creative mote that I have ever spewed forth. Because the world deserves to know what lies within my twisted cranium. And if even one person enjoys one scrap, one iota of my creative gift, then it is all worth it.
This, then, is my legacy to myself and to mankind. If I put my life into this blog, then I can never truly die, can I?
It’s something to think about…
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Wow… I was even more of a pompous, self-absorbed ass when I started than I am now… I think…
Pouring My Art Out 
You were a dreamer…and stuff is starting to happen…you may very well turn out to be right.
It has been known to happen.
I believe!!!
Was that sarcasm?
I don’t know what you mean…but no it wasn’t.
Oh… don’t you???
Now that’s sarcasm.
nuh uh…
That’s just childish.
I know you are but what am I?
:-p
We are talking on at least four seperate posts as near as I can tell. Will any of this make sense on each of them?
It doesn’t make sense to me and I’m involved!
Who is the lucky woman?
Well they all are really.
You said you were involved, but that reminds me of a joke.
The trailer park girl goes into the family business… prostitution… and at the end of the first night her mom asks her how much she made.
“Sixty five dollars and twenty five cents,” proclaims the girl proudly.
“Who gave you a quarter?” asks the mother.
“All of them,” replies the daughter.
Excellent; I did a big haha.
I did a big hoo hoo… once…
I do hope that it was in the privacy of your own bathroom.
maybe
No one else can see how frightfully clever we are being.
Shall we tell them?
We could try, but it wouldn’t work. I tell people all the time how clever I am, and that they should just accept it.
Maybe they have accepted it then…you should tell them to tell you how clever you are.
I can’t trust them for such an important task.
You kill me!
Softly… with my song…
Pomposity and self-absorption are necessary when one begins to blog. 😎
I guess doing a blog is an indication of self-absorbtion.
No — you make me laugh every day, and that is a service! Thanks!
As long as you know my motives are not pure…
I would never accuse you of pure motives…
HA!!!
Yes, you were . . .
I am pompous and have low self-esteem. I am full of contradictions.
You make me smile.
Your smile makes me smile… thanks.